This is a song about "Bob"

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Mami told me son, hold your own

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her